..... My love is an adult with a rebel like
mission
A bull with a charge towards the color red and
blue
my love
is dangerous
it is a car crash,
a collision
it is a car crash,
a collision
it is a war path
a bomb busted open by foot stomping, gyrating muscles going in ten different directions
my love is immeasurable
it lacks humanity
my love is a Christian baptism in hells fire
i will love you until we both burned
my love is damaging
to the psyche
my own that is.....
Dangerously loving in a car turning down a street called Retire..........
a bomb busted open by foot stomping, gyrating muscles going in ten different directions
my love is immeasurable
it lacks humanity
my love is a Christian baptism in hells fire
i will love you until we both burned
my love is damaging
to the psyche
my own that is.....
Dangerously loving in a car turning down a street called Retire..........
My love is not in
need of a sire but it does not allow squatters to linger
My love is like
broken baby fingers
Like unsweetened Lady
fingers
Empty ring fingers
on broken dreamers who cruise nightmares just for giggles,
I am the wiggle,
The wobble
The electric slide
into a tumble or a fall
Or a climb or a
step off a tall ledge,
My love is a cliff
with rushes of Mt St Water hitting the molding of rocks below
so full of current
that it turneth all near it white
My love is a thief
in the night
A Jesus cloth with
the right amount of pray across it,
I am the crossing
of burning crosses in front lawns, my love is a pawn on a checkers board
It doesn’t belong
there
My love is beautiful
Bountiful and
everywhere,
It is a death
defying, yelling, kicking, screaming crying out loud,
Shot blast from a
screwdriver
Pummeling nails
into the wall,
My love uses the
wrong tools,
But my love will
make it work
My love falls for
fools and then gets mad when I see they wear skirts
Check out my
miner’s hat,
I traded it in for
my crown,
Perhaps I should
visit the pawn shop and lay my burdens down near the cash register alter
Retwist my hair and
bring myself all the way –
….-back to the
birth of my kinky coils
Stop unwrapping
this aluminum foil tin pan of barely enough
Its high time I
learn what this love stuff is made of
My love is
dangerous, like a kiss from a dogs lick
I hear that some
nasty sh*t, but isn’t it so pure,
Enlightening to the
touch, my love loves loving those who need it,
I throw it at your mouth and kiss you on the
eyes so you can see it
Don’t be blind with
it
My love has flying
lessons with it,
It needs its care
to be tender and its Roni to be so right
Like Bobby Brown
taught me it should be,
My love IS a new
edition of an old ancient scroll
My love is always
late and always on time, always together (and on the go)
always within a
rhyme that lifts from a page like candy
co-writing is not
necessary
my love tells a
story that is worth the listen
My love is an adult with a rebel like mission
But it so often
lands on deaf and dumb
it is an atom
surrounded by negatively charged electrons
Loving the wrong
people has started to mess around with my neurons
I need a heart
monitor and an open chest surgery,
but what about my brain??
At least let me
watch and rediscover as I am made whole again for the fourth time
Indescribable in
this line,
Spirit of
discernment,
please take over my
mind
My love is a
battlefield with no weaponry, I see only that which I WANT to see
For I am brave
enough to be weary and willing in the same instance
For I am strong
enough to go fishing without a pole and catch sharks with my bare hand
I think the water
just bit me !!!
My love is a
malignant twist of my back
An unsafe stable
place to be
A menacing desire
to be reciprocated, my love could only be duplicated if I were my own twin,
My love is
treacherous territory
Sinful and ugly
Wicked and
vulnerable to the taste of tongue pallets,
My love needs transferring
to a non-fatal place,
For I feel like
dynamite
And there are no
good times sometimes when my love is intertwined with mere mortals who have
never experienced the safety net of unconditional
I thought in my mid-thirties all this would change
My love is a train
wreck
A cable car falling
off the [warped] tracks
A Rome Column
descending away from the ruins
My love is a
Cathedral
A steeple, a house
serving people, but not everyone is meant to come enjoy the fruits at this
table
My love is a risk
It is risqué
A love so sudden
and essential to every new day,
My love is a not
here for taking and mental raping,
my love is not
and Never been –
-an abortion story relived every morning
when the kid goes to school,
My love is not
And never been -
-A tape dispenser in a high heel shoe
My love is not
And never been
- a DJ scratched up record of One versus
Two,
My love isn’t even near
a gas station but it stays on E
Accruing interest
only in the form of chase and sudden dismissal I see
My love isn’t a
fence that gates me into the exquisite pain
Hurt forever love
be loved back by no one” has never been my
name
Song Cry my love
My love
Leaves me
Pained
You did me wrong
forever with my love,
My love is now a glass
stained with diesel gas
Compressed air,
high pressures and volatile temperatures that are still lasting
Persistent
Hazardous to my
wishing well
Wish you well
Wish you had NOT
failed on loving me back into spinal taped conversations that ended with us
serving our nightscapes in a bed spoon….
My love
My love has been
found…underneath me !!!!!!
across the fitted
sheet, laying there naked and sprawled out with human legs focused on being
straight up
Because maybe if
they were straight up
The
Person I was in
love with would be straight up
But he could only
remain straight up from the waist down.
Straight up
So if I found
myself sipping his cum out that same old measuring cup he used to quote me with
and promise to never use
My love
A kiss on my
forehead when I cry.
Not meant to be abused
Or the allowance of it with no change.
My love…..is dangerously different and secure in its insane
Or the allowance of it with no change.
My love…..is dangerously different and secure in its insane
My love is too damned brave….!!!!!
An adult with an inner rebel full of no shame
- a daredevil who
thinks its abilities can rewrite the truth
My love is a car
crash
Shared dirty cash
and filler flowers
A femme fatale of grown
woman optimism
A continuously added to Dear JY Letter
and when the jaws
of life finish pulling me out this time
I pray that my love
will have finally accepted
That it is time
To do better.
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